Anjali looked down. The rust stain was gone. She had scrubbed through the rust and into the grey concrete itself. She had been fighting a shadow.
Frustrated, she threw the brush into the bucket. Water sloshed over the rim, pooling around her knees. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the tattered book, flipping to the chapter titled “The Smile.” Mother Teresa had written: “Peace begins with a smile. Smile at each other. Smile at your work. Smile even when you are tired—especially when you are tired.” mother teresa a simple path pdf
She had been trying to start with service. Mother Teresa’s secret, she now saw, was that you had to start with silence. And sometimes, that silence was just two tired people sharing a cup of tea on a wet floor. Anjali looked down
“We can do no great things,” she whispered to herself, quoting the famous line. “Only small things with great love.” She had been fighting a shadow
Anjali shook her head.
“Why am I here?” she asked the empty room. Her younger sister in London was a doctor now. Her brother owned a restaurant. And Anjali? She was a professional scrubber of floors.